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Xante met countless wives of rich men, and many of them were powerless to stop their husbands from having affairs with other women. Most of them looked the other way, but few were as unbothered about it as Sophia. As Xante kept quiet, Sophia reminded kindly, "Be realistic. It's tiring to live in a fantasy world." "Be realistic about what?" Xante did not understand what Sophia meant.

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

I spread my legs wide, I felt the cool air licking at my wetness as I left my fingers circling my clit slowly, as my other hand occupied my boobs, finger pinching my nipples, and I picture Dominic standing over me again, ordering me to crawl again, like I had no choice. The fantasy wrapped, deepened, and now I was bent over the couch, and he was behind me, growling filthy into my ear, as he pounded inside of me, his hand dusted inside my hair, my husband's name was on his lips just to remind me how wrong it was. Just how filthy what we were doing was. Your pussy was wasted on him I imagine him saying, You were mine the moment you stepped your legs into this house, I gasped as I continued to

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

“I’m such a dirty wife. My pussy is dripping just thinking about cock. I want you to fuck me raw right now—bend me over and pound this neglected cunt before you go out there and act like the perfect man.” Lucas groaned, his hand finally tangling in my hair. His cock was rock hard now, throbbing against my tongue. I sucked harder, drooling all over him, my moans getting louder and filthier. “I’ve been such a slut in my head, Lucas. Fantasizing about strange men running a train on me. Four big cocks stretching my pussy, ass, and throat while I scream like a whore. Would you like that? Seeing your wife get turned into a cum-covered mess?”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

The Whitmores later promised that whoever married me would inherit 75 percent of the Whitmore Group. Raina fell silent for a moment, then let out a brittle laugh. "Do you really think I'd believe that? You've been chasing me for ten years. No one else would even want you. But there are a few things I need to make clear first." She waved her sisters away and raised her voice. "To prevent history from repeating itself, I'm willing to marry you, but there must be an agreement. You know my heart belongs to Kieran. Our marriage will be in name only, and we won't interfere in each other's lives."

My cock still twitched at the thought of peeling back those layers, using hypnosis to make this beautiful married woman crave me explicitly. But I kept my face neutral and when she opened her eyes, I nodded empathetically. "That sounds intense. Many people turn to fantasies as an escape from all that. I really understand. But when those fantasies start bleeding into reality, it can be overwhelming especially when you have no one to explore these thoughts in a safe way with you.